teacher's pet. [Fox!]

[Cy]

[/i]. So responsible, so stern, yet light enough to entertain his tiny class of three. He lectured to them with skill, explaining the tasks at hand thoroughly and then demonstrating them with that enviable grace. He was in control. As he spoke, she thought of conversing with him in the mess halls some time ago; he'd had nobody to share these pieces of wisdom with him. They were all being led by the hand through the process of caring for one's simourv, while he'd felt his way through it with blind eyes. They were all so very fortunate, so very privileged, and she watched him through that perspective. He was a man to be cherished, a man to be respected. And she wanted him.

So close to graduating, she could have him. She was convinced.

'It is inappropriate to fancy Seronaph's. He is a teacher and you are still a student.'

“I won't be a student for much longer.” She uttered in return, still watching the man as he instructed the Bravos, seemingly bringing his lesson to a close. “Nor is he my teacher. And coming from one who fancies a human, I don't think you have much room to talk.” She teased, her full lips smirking as she tilted her head to peer over to Shovaph, who observed the redpair with dull brown eyes and a condescending lift of her beak. Silence weighed itself in return for a long while before T'ia felt safe to assume that she'd successfully struck her bonded speechless. It wasn't so rare for her to win an argument with Sho through such tactics. She was willing to throw dirt in a way that the green was loathe to do.

With a soft chuckle under her breath, she looked back ahead in time to watch the class come to its end, the winglets and their respective simourv splitting off to their own paths. Wicked smirk dashing back to its proper place, she shifted her weight to begin carrying herself forward, intent on catching the man before he could ride off or head into some direction that did not lead to her. Winter was hardly her favourite season; it was so difficult to dress to impress. Her chocolate brown coat was puffy, keeping her warm and yet hiding her figure despite hugging it snugly. She'd purchased a nice thick pair of winter boots and they tread softly on the ground, crunching frozen grass – but she wasn't without her tricks. She knew how to catch an eye even without the aid of a nice warm season! The bright orange sheen of her long and layered skirt flowed with the movements of her legs and the sway of her hips, bold and feisty. … Okay, so maybe she'd been inspired by her tangerine-headed best friend, but she wore the colour so much better, she was confident.[/ul][/size]

[Fox]

Winglet classes were, as always, an absolute pleasure. K'ean hummed lightly as he waved off the last of his little class, turning to gather the wooden practice swords and glaives he had provided for the lesson today. There was always that undercurrent of pleasure in a job present whenever the wingletmaster taught his winglets, because he genuinely enjoyed the post. It was an important role, to teach the newest generations of riders to fight and survive, and it was also a hefty one. The skills that the winglets learned at this point would hopefully carry them well once they'd graduated, and K'ean and Seronaph were ultimately responsible for making sure that Am'ra, Ma'ro and Ev'yn were well equipped with every skill that they would need to survive the koxi. Hopefully, the redpair would never have too much cause for worry when it came to their winglets. It wasn't as if they had a giant bunch like K'huna did, and thankfully the Bravos were all pretty decently behaved.

K'ean was just absently hefting a practice blade in his hands-- too light, and too small for his grip, made for a woman or a younger, lighter male-- when Seronaph's sudden awareness of another simourv in the vicinity made him pause. He didn't look up immediately, only sent a questing note to his red, to be rewarded with the image of a vaguely familiar green, an Alpha, and her brightly-dressed rider. Shovaph, Mine.[/color] Seronaph informed him, lifting his head to observe the no-longer-small green from his superior height. The red was unimpressed by the Alpha green's posturing, though he could admit that she was a graceful example of a green. Still. Haughtiness looked good on very few people or simourvs, and Shovaph was unfortunately not one of those few.

The redrider was momentarily thrown. Shovaph was T'ia's green. K'ean couldn't think of any reason that the woman would be here, observing a Bravo lesson, unless she wished to speak with him. Well. That possibility was one that was met with mingled anticipation and reluctance. Anticipation because K'ean was not blind, and T'ia was a lovely, attractive young woman. Reluctance because she was somewhat open with her flirtations, and the man was unused to it. His own, awkward attempts to reciprocate had been positively shameful, in his opinion, and must surely have affected him negatively in T'ia's view. Yet, she was here. K'ean breathed in deeply, sword still in hand, as he ran a hand through his somewhat windswept hair. At least he was presentable; there was really nowhere one could go wrong with a high-collared, quilted riding jacket paired with trousers, though the bland maroon scarf the man wore was a more season-appropriate accessory.

"T'ia." He said when she came into earshot, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. A brief once-over revealed nothing in her hands, and nothing that she seemed to be needing help with. K'ean was confused. What could she be doing here, then? Surely there were other people she could be spending time with right now, if she wasn't in need of anything in particular from him. A faintly confused crease appeared between his eyebrows as they drew downwards in concern. "Is there something you needed?" He asked, concern now lacing his voice. Above him, Seronaph regarded the greenpair coolly with his piercing amber gaze. The red extended no greeting to T'ia, leaving it to His to say hello, but instead fixed his eyes on the green he had really last noticed when she was barely higher than his ankle. Shovaph. You've grown.[/color] Seronaph said, in a relatively mild-- if blunt, manner, tilting his head to observe the now nearly full-grown green. It really had been awhile. They had both lost touch more than they had realised. [/size]

[Cy]

[/b] She returned with a coy smile and a swish of her hips as she met him half-way, coming to a stop in front of him and tilting her head. Raising her eyebrows, her mouth split to reveal straight white teeth, a chuckle escaping her, low and amused as she stepped closer up to him than what was completely necessary. She squeezed herself into a space that was one step beyond merely polite and one step before inappropriate. It was personal. It was intimate. She acted like it was completely normal, though she met his eye as if daring him to retreat from her. There was mischief there. She had things in mind. “Don't we all always need something?” It was a light tease made only lighter by the broad grin on her features. She'd never considered herself to be a woman of depth, emotional or philosophical or otherwise. Most likely because she wasn't. She could tease though. She even dressed her voice up with the sort of ageless wisdom that she'd heard older women speak with back home.

Dull brown eyes focused idly on Seronaph as he addressed her, simply speaking her name and making an observation. He didn't compliment her in any way. His voice didn't even show the slightest trace of reverence for her. He was older than her, one of the original Eyrie simourv – but she didn't care, she didn't think of that. She wanted his respect and she wanted his attention. She wanted his attention more than just what it took for him to notice that she'd grown a bit in the years since she'd hatched. Ridiculous. She kept herself composed though, rigid and seemingly unphased. 'Of course,' she returned simply. She wouldn't linger on it. She wouldn't stoop to fishing for compliments. He should be smart enough to just give them to her. She deserved praise. 'And you, you've grown as well.' She commented, looking the red over pointedly before meeting his gaze without waver. In a way, she intended to make it clear how stupidly obvious his observation was without having to flat-out make such a rude claim. This way seemed better.

T'ia dropped her eyes from K'ean's for a moment to look to the wooden sword in his hand. She could remember practicing with them. The lesson seemed so very long ago now. It was the first time that her hands had wrapped about a weapon, the first time that she'd ever had to hold on. It had been awkward, but she now handled it with familiar graceful ease. She'd unfortunately missed him in action – that is, if he'd demonstrated the way that K'huna had for their class – and she felt relatively saddened by this. He was probably magnificent in combat. She angled herself just a bit to reach out, lifting her eyes back to him as she slid her fingertips along the side of his hand. The caress was unnecessary and bold, but she indulged in it for as long as he allowed her to. Keeping a careful eye on his face to watch for any sign that made it clear whether she'd crossed a line or not, she was soon slipping her hand into his... in order to try to smoothly take the toy sword from him. “I'll be graduating soon, you know.” She commented, as if it could possibly be news to him. It wasn't just the mere fact that she was graduating that she wanted to remind him of though. “I was curious if you'd be there.” She turned herself sideways, moving to fluidly swing the sword casually about, her attentions now focused entirely on its downward arc. “Or if I should show up to your eyling afterwards.” There was a light note hanging on to her words as she looked back to him, her lips stretched into as wide of a smile as usual. It was unclear whether she was joking or not. Good, she meant for it to be.[/ul][/size]